Delicate Heaven

Delicate Heaven

A Poem by The Twin Arenas
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the fewtch

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What should I have
for supper?
he wondered aloud to everything
under the glass.

Ponied, sweated, glassed
like a wet tennis ball.

Gimme the rice
the sweet
and sour
pork.

He loves the pork
he says and asks
for the woman
behind the counter
to try and cram a few
more pieces into the small
container, the smallest
container there is.

I like the chicken, she says.

he says something like
i love you girls when you
and i missed the rest,
considering the sandwich
meat.

© 2019 The Twin Arenas


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Those small moments in each can contain so much humanity and relation. Nicely done:)

Posted 5 Months Ago


I may be way off, but I read a feminist interpretation into this poem. It feels to me like the male speaker is seeing the woman serving him food in a similar light as to the way he sees the food under the glass ("I love you girls when you...") - it feels like there is a condescending tone here. The narrator, however, seems to be dismissing his comments (probably alongside the server too). Cheers! :)

Posted 6 Months Ago


The Twin Arenas

6 Months Ago

That was part of it. I wanted to paint a little with fragility, too. All the meat and cheese under.. read more
Seems both heaven and hell in this... small pocket, large hunger perhaps? Seems an ongoing thought process hidden behind a few extras thrown into not only the container but real life.. perhaps?

An observant look at watching others find THEIR way by watching the all-time server of favours and flavours combined, perhaps?

Posted 1 Year Ago


Sounds like
the heaven of
food..

This was interesting
And different.

The sweet and
sour pork sounds
Yummy 😋

Nice piece

Posted 1 Year Ago


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The satire in here is alarming

Is there such a thing as a delicate heaven..... one wonders

Edgy piece

Posted 1 Year Ago


I like the way we are allowed to know what the man thinks by having him "wondering aloud', otherwise I would not have carried on reading. I'm confused by "when you and i missed the rest" because I'm not sure whether it's what he says or what we in the queue think. Maybe it's a punctuation issue. Either I think 'miss' would be in keeping with the present tense of 'says.' Or 'and' instead of 'when.' An nice little scene of the poem.

Posted 1 Year Ago


reading this poem in a disjointed manner matched the current jumpiness inside my brain which was actually a bit soothing, the grumbling of my stomach almost interrupted my ability to finish this comment, somewhat like that person in the last stanza there. enjoyed this :)

Posted 1 Year Ago



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